When he visits me He holds me so close So tightly to him I feel brittle As he squeezes The air from my lungs And says love In an almost Forbidden type of way
He speaks in parables In similes and metaphors Because the words Are unspeakable His eyes are sharp And mine are sharper And he holds My hand gently but He wears rings
So he comes to me At night, always night All night with him And his trembling Radiating body We run and run Running off energy That cannot be Touched or mentioned
In sleep he comes to me Finally, a release Our craving manifests His fingers are bare Promising to come for me To come back to me Night after night I dodge his words He made promises That were not for me
And in the morning In foggy waking He is not at my side He did not come back And he calls me to say He really is leaving But he is not coming Home, here to me But building a new one Close by with her
I never owned you You lived a life beside me Our love was equal
Ashes to ashes I'll get your ashes next week And hold you as dust
The enigmatic me, I am the phantom bird The sphinx-like you, who exists in shadow You are effervescent, elusive You are a past life, a future creation I, well I am unearthly, a singing phoenix I am a thousand voices reshaped in rebirth You, a face shifting behind the veil One and the same, many things, unknowable If I am somebody's songbird, calling the cat If I carve a place in the hollow of a hand If I am another's, still unclaimed, still mine Then I am yours, always yours Who am I whistling to in the night If not someone as nameless as I? In the space where mirage becomes breath Between these legends, you are me, I am you
It's just hair Sometimes I am Covered in it Sometimes it Isn't there It doesn't matter Much to me Whether I am Blanked or bare I thought That it defined me Or that one way Made you want me I don't know Why I cared But you shaved Above my lip What I thought You wanted there So I still think It's why you left me That it was just Because of hair
I'm Unable To say what I mean because The words are all Lodged in my throat But whoa! So suddenly They're spilling out wildly In a long, incoherent ramble
Your neck is a canvas For the brush of my lips Wondering if we ever Had a chance at innocence A roguish glance as We walk towards the church My hand tugging you Down the blustering Sidewalk of fluttering Freshly dying leaves
We stroll side by side With familiar ease A lifetime's worth Of rising, setting suns You wear my sweatshirt You smell like me And weave yourself into The fabric of my being Our love was never Just in the leaving
Climb up the steeple Ring the bell with me Summon the flock of sheep Do they know they Worship at our feet? In cold October mornings High above the chapel The two of us are no sin Up here on my knees I'll give you my sermon
Moonlight, moonlight You are so much kinder to me Than your lover sun Who is so demanding As to burn.
You, the brightest one Who watches over us Whispering, "do not be afraid," You, who makes the dark A bedroom.
Moonlight, moonlight Caretaker of the earth Giver of sweetest dreams, I keep you with me in the day As thoughts.
Light the candle Scratch, sizzle Glow, glow
Flicker, flicker The shadow On the wall Dances
Melting, dripping Like an icicle Of fire
Ouch! Wax hits My hand both Scorching And warm
A small light Dims, dims, Flares!
Blow it out now Abrupt, smoke Rising up, up Fades
A scent lingers A wick wilts Hardens
Pull me along On those strings you Claim belong to a Heart Carelessly you Dragged me down You tore my Spirit apart
If I were as cruel As you make me feel I would help you Break Sticks and stones Crushing your bones You made a Grave mistake
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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